Lyrics:

(Parrish smith)
Huh, erick sermon, epmd, check it, m.o.p.
Erick and parrish millennium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down *echoes*...

(Pmd) yeah... erick sermon... epmd... check it
(E-dub) redman... method man... lady luck... def jam
(Pmd) erick and parrish millennium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*)..

Uh... yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york
To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' around with p
Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools

(M.o.p) next up!
(E-dub) yo I believe that's me
(Pmd) yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony

(Erick sermon)
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like -- who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, 'wow!'
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you +smile+ with scarface
Uh, +it ain't my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial


Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style

(M.o.p. & es) next up!
(Billy danze) yo I believe that's me
(Ericksermon) yo (danze) get on the mic and rock the symphony

(Billy danze)
Say hello to the devil danze'll kick
Whenever tragic hit, it's (e) (mo-pmd) blastin shit
Put in work in this cold game
Soldier *echoes* I use work as code name
Told ya, line 'em up it's soul train
(B-r-r-r-r-r-ra!) and I give 'em the whole thing
My family has been trained, to swat 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and make 'em do a gimme backflip (bad shit)
I'm donatin a casket
We have raised hell in midtown and gunned down in traffic
(Tell 'em what you sayin') get the bozac
Before I tear your maggot ass flat (boom boom) they're back

(M.o.p.) next up!
(L fame) yo I believe that's me
(Bdanze) (fame!) get on the mic for the symphony

(Lil' fame)
For gettin' the real, straight from b'ville
Motherfuckers don't like fame 'cause I'm not cream filled
I feel what I speak so I speak what I feel
Sleep and I will, reap and I kill
Motherfuck (who know) jump out a hugo
Open up your back with a mac, uno uno
Ghettoville nigga, I break all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls
This rap game is a street game now, the game switched
Rappers are gettin' killed now with the same shit
I ain't no motherfuckin role model, kids don't follow
'Cause I'ma hit this bitch full throttle
The type to raise up 5-0 in your lobby
Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a hobby
Show love when you meet us, it's love when you greet us
Or the first family will come kill you with the heaters
Blah *echoes*